"Your grasp of time is impressive." He turned a page, still not meeting my eyes. "The seamstress will arrive this afternoon for your final fitting. Elder Catherine will brief you on the oath itself. You'll need to memorize it, stumbling over the words would be... unfortunate."
Heat crept up my neck, but I forced my voice to stay level. "And when exactly were you planning to tell me about this?"
"I just did."
"Larry." I waited until he looked at me, his silver eyes cold and distant. "Tomorrow. You planned my wedding for tomorrow and didn't think to consult me?"
"Consult you?" Something flickered across his face, surprise, maybe, or irritation. "About what, exactly?"
"About the date? About having any say in when I'm bound to the pack for the rest of my life?"
He set down his papers wit
